deprived of magic, wonder wanes
~ John J. Geddes
my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude
the same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the same
I covet solitude and storms…and rain, with its geography of dark silence and distance
you’re gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears,I only hope it rains today
